August 10, 2012

August 8, 2012

I'm sure you're all aware of the situation we have right now in the Philippines. For the last 2 weeks or so, we've been experiencing a lot of rain, but this past 2 days have been the worst. Just when you thought things couldn't get scarier from 2 years ago with Ondoy, it did. These torrential rains we've been experiencing for the last 2 days could shame Ondoy back to its mother.

When you check the media, it's as if there is an endless flow of bad and sad news happening. But as resilient as we are like bamboos, our hopes never faltered. It's very amazing and inspiring how we were all able to unite and be resourceful to whatever we have at the moment, and think about our lesser fortunate countrymen in their time of need. To all the volunteers, rescuers, news reporters, government officials, etc... MABUHAY kayo!

As much I want to go out there and help out, I can't for reasons that are out of my hands, so I just try my best with what I can do online (i.e retweeting, contacting, monitoring). But I'll definitely help out once I can.

Let's focus first in helping the others instead of wasting time pointing fingers as to whom to blame for all these. We could do that afterwards -or NOT, and just find solutions to prevent for another crisis like this to happen in out country.

August 2, 2012

August started yesterday here in Manila, and we welcomed it with a storm -not with a bang as I had hoped. But it's better than what the past month had given me.

July was a melancholy. I think that's the best adjective to describe the hibernation I did. It rained most of the days. Stormed even at some occasions. But it was there, the gloominess that hung above me. And probably to everyone affected by the weather as well.

Those days, I always had that strong desire to run in the rain and scream at the top of my lungs. Most of the things I surrounded myself with were for comforting myself -probably except for the book, Perks of Being a Wallflower which I reread twice in the space of 3 days. Now, that I think about it, reading it at that time was redundant -no matter how good it is. And to add more novelty, I started writing again during my free time complete with mugs of caffeine and a whole lot of junk food, of every thought and imagination that came into mind.

I'm sure there was a lot of things I did that would make the Gilmore Girls adopt me. Just as I'm also pretty sure that my body was taken over by someone else, and I stood watching at the sidelines. But I'm glad I was able to do an emotional tumble without actually breaking down like a nutcase.

I think it was Aristotle who said: In all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous. There's definitely something about what went on those particular days that reformatted me like a computer, and humbled my ever growing free-spirit. Capturing it before it flies unprepared to the skies.

Now, I understand more of myself better. I find myself with this inner silent excitement for the coming months. And as much as I don't like psyching myself with things that are more unpredictable than women, I find myself doing such that. I realized that it's that kind of rush I find myself welcoming.